| Okaru and Kampei |
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| Myself of the Onan Legend |
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| Wetting his head, he slips in |
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| The Autumn evening is for whisperers |
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| Dangerous, yet felicitous |
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| Red inside, coal-black outside |
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| Each time he gives a thrust |
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| He cranes his neck against the dawning sky |
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| Getting relaxed, getting tense |
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| Married, but they seem to wait for the night |
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